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Chapter 6: Father and Daughter ~Unexpected Morning~

Marina was a bit taken aback when she saw Kento's grim yet dead serious expression. She stared at him for some time, not saying anything, before letting out a sigh and stood up from her seat to reach her phone.

"I'm calling my lawyer," she stated.

Kento looked at her as if he was puzzled. "Don't you think it's a bit too fast? I really want to assess the situation before–"

"I know," she butted in. "But I personally think it is better to prepare things earlier in case it becomes worse than our anticipation. Also, I think we also have to prepare for the possibility of Vie Ghoul's agency suing you for taking down their lead vocalist."

"I didn't even imagine that he was a singer," Kento grumbled. "From his appearance, I thought he was from a mysterious occult, scouting new members."

"Even if he is an ordinary person, it is still possible for him to sue you," Marina retorted. Her thoughts were suddenly focused on the time displayed on her phone. "Kyoko-san still is not back yet?" she murmured to herself

"What?" he gasped. "She lives here?"

"Ah, yes. That is why I have to give you a pillow and blanket to sleep in the living room for a while."

Kento asked excitedly as his eyes wandered around the apartment. "Where is she?"

"She must be still upstairs, at her boyfriend's apartment. If she has not come back at this hour, I presume she will be staying the night there."

"It's improper!" he gasped. "She's… what? 17 years old?"

"She will be eighteen years old soon, Kento."

"But still!" he berated. "For someone so young to be staying at a guy's place…!"

Marina only dismissed it with a flick of a hand. "Do not worry. Tsuruga-san is too much of a gentleman to do something improper to your daughter. In fact, I think he is seriously thinking of marrying her."

"He WHAT?!" Kento choked. "Alright, I'm going upstairs right now and see this boy with my own eyes."

"And how will you do that?" his cousin asked monotonously. "You do not have access to any of the floors in this building, and obviously I am too exhausted to accompany you or stand your unnecessary antics. She is definitely bound to come back here tomorrow morning, so just sit down and make yourself at home while I make that phone call to the lawyer."

She sauntered away to the direction of the library, leaving him alone on the couch with his thoughts. Moments later, Marina came back and sat on the recliner when his eyes were focused on the painting hung facing him.

"You still keep this baby, huh?" he asked with a smile, eyeing 'Real Impression' with his artistic pride.

"It will be such a disappointment to discard this beauty away," she replied with a smile of her own. "Besides, this is a present. I never discard presents."

A comfortable silence fell between them, until Marina said with a low voice. "By the way, you have yet answered my question."

"Which one?" he mumbled.

"About you and Saena."

Kento sighed. "You're asking me about the time before I went to see you, aren't you?"

"I do not think I really want to listen to something else at the moment, so yes."

"I was planning to propose to her that time," he began, enjoying the terribly horrified look on Marina's face. "When I got home, she was sitting on the bed with a pale face. I remember how scared I was." He chuckled.

Noticing the 'that's-not-funny-you-d******' look on the ghostwriter's face, he stopped chuckling and continued. "That was when she told me she was pregnant. You know that I was so happy, right?"

"So happy that you would not stop grinning like an imbecile," she added grumpily. "Even before she was born, you have become a very doting parent, I must say. Now I see the needs to warn you not to glomp your daughter when you see her tomorrow."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Just do not," Marina sighed exasperatedly. "I would rather you to continue your story, if you please."

Kento's expression turned from foolishly happy to extremely depressed, making her sweat-drop. "After that…" he mumbled. "She scolded me for being so happy. Her expression was dreadful. In the end, she shooed me away."

"And you went to my house afterwards," Marina sighed. "Seriously, what is her problem? And one other problem: why did you have to be such a coward?"

"I think the pregnancy wasn't what she had planned for her life, and she blamed me for ruining that," he said. "You've always known that she's an ambitious person. By the way, what's Kyoko like?"

The woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you referring to her personalities?"

Kento nodded. A gentle smile spread across her face as her thoughts went to Kyoko."Let's see," she began proudly. "She's a talented one. Creative and imaginative like you. Once she set her heart onto something, there is nothing stopping her. And she is a very loving and caring person. But due to a certain someone," her voice suddenly turned into an angry snarl, "she is now very afraid of being rejected, and become a rather perfectionist. And she is very scary when angry."

"Much like Saena," Kento commented, chuckling warily. "I can't wait to meet her."

Kyoko woke to the stray sunlight seeping through the curtains covering a large window and the sound of steady heartbeat. A brief scan of her surroundings told her that she had fallen asleep at Kuon's place. She sat up on the couch only to notice her boyfriend sound asleep beneath her.

Blushing furiously as her conscience screamed at the impropriety of the whole situation, the teenage girl's quickly bolted off from the atop the eye-candy's body. Her attempt, though, was to no avail when she realized that she was trapped in his tight embrace. A bright smile spread slowly on his face and his eyelids fluttered open, revealing lush green eyes that looked straight into her golden ones, taking her breath away.

"Morning, sweetheart," he cooed, still half asleep. "I hope you had a good sleep?"

She could only nod meekly, resulting in a chuckle from Kuon. "Sorry for crashing in without notice," she mumbled with her head lowered to hide her deep blush.

"That's alright," he replied, his hands automatically played with her hair as if addicted. "Although it will be better if this can happen every single night."

"Only in your dreams, playboy," she grumbled, pouting even more when he laughed.

Kuon slyly leaned himself forward so that his mouth was only a breath away from her ears. "Only in front of you, Princess," he whispered huskily, earning a surprised squeak from her. "Now, won't you give me a good morning kiss?"

Kyoko chewed her lower lip for a moment, debating whether to give in to his charm or to blatantly refuse to protect her chastity. Before she could come to a decision, his mouth already captured hers.

Kuon's lips were soft, moving gently and politely over hers, as if afraid of breaking her. Soon, Kyoko's senses were captured entirely by his scent and love for her, and she began to return the kiss.

The reign of control over his desire snapped and his mouth turned hot and demanding as he deepened the kiss. Kuon slanted his face to gain better angle, kissing her with eagerness she had never felt before, and to her surprise, there was no willingness in her whatsoever to break the fierce contact between their lips and push him away.

After what felt like hours for them, they broke away due to lack of air, and they looked at each other, panting heavily. Not very long after, they ravished each other's mouths again like it was something they needed desperately to survive, like there was no tomorrow. After managing to flip over so that her back was on the couch and his body looming over her, he licked her lower lips for permission, and she granted it happily.

Their tongues soon were engaged in a fight for dominance, and when Kyoko's falter, he delved into her mouth, feeling the ridges of her teeth and tasting the inside of her cheeks. A moan escaped her when he caressed her tongue with his only to start another dance. Pleasurable sensation shoot along her spine, and another moan erupted from her throat to be swallowed by his hungry mouth.

Kuon broke the kiss abruptly only to drag his lips along her lower jaw, to her neck and collarbone, lavishing sweet butterfly kisses on her sensitive skin. Her hands lifted to the back of his head, clutching his soft hair as the tingling sensation she felt spread to her entire being. Heat pooled on her lower region, and she squirmed in ecstasy as he nipped and nibbled the sensitive patch on the base of her neck while his hands held her flat against his torso and rubbed circles on the bare skin of her back beneath her rumpled clothes.

Her phone rang loudly, startling the two of them.

The number one bachelor lifted his head, and Kyoko could see his undying love and desire for her. The skin of her face flushed with heat as he stared at her hungrily, ready to ravish her anytime.

What in the world have I done?! She screamed inwardly when she thought over their recent activity. With Kuon, in the morning, in his apartment, on his couch, on top of him, the tongue… She could feel her brain short-circuited if not fried into charcoal due to embarrassment.

Kuon sat up and with his long arms reached for her ringing phone. He flipped it open and looked at the screen. "Kyoko," he mumbled. "It's Marina-san."

She was cut off from her trains of thoughts when another realization hit her. She had not contacted Marina last night.

Speedy as lightning, Kyoko swiped her phone from Kuon's clutches and pushed the receiving button. Before the other side of the line could say anything, she threw herself off the couch onto the carpeted floor, bowing deeply into a dogeza while clutching her phone to her ear. "I'M DEEPLY, TERRIBLY SORRY, MARINA-SAN!"

Kuon could only sigh while leaning his forehead into his palms, his elbows resting on his knees. His hands were itching to grab hold of his girlfriend's elbows and lift her up from her rather compromising position. He definitely needed a freezing cold shower at the moment to calm his nerves down.

"Good morning to you too, Kyoko-san," Marina's voice sounded unfazed by her niece's frantic apology. "And there is no need for an apology; I have had a guess on what was happening, and I have no right to forbid you."

"But–"

The woman interrupted her whimper. "Now, Kyoko-san, I need you to be back at our apartment as soon as possible. Your manager, Yoshimoto-san, is due to come here soon, and I have someone who is very eager to see you and Tsuruga-san before you go to work today. I personally think a breakfast together would be nice, unless Tsuruga-san have to go somewhere for work very soon."

"…Someone?" she asked. "Who…?"

"A surprise for you."

Kyoko glanced at Kuon who shrugged his shoulder. "I sure can accept the offer of breakfast," he said casually.

Yoshimoto Tsukumo was sweating profoundly under the piercing gaze of a tall, black-haired, and golden-eyed man who was, obviously, older than him. From the resemblance, Yoshimoto could easily guess that this man was related to his newest charge in a familial way, but the reason why said man was glaring at him was simply beyond his mind.

His silver eyes darted to the woman dressed in simple cotton blouse and knee-high skirt; this woman he recognized as Akatoki Marina, the vice-president of Akatoki Agency and the very person who had requested his presence here in her rather modest yet extravagant condominium.

"Is this young man Tsuruga Ren?" the golden-eyed man snarled.

How in the world am I Tsuruga Ren? Yoshimoto asked inwardly in disbelief.

Marina rolled her eyes in desperation. "Unless Tsuruga-san has found a way to shorten his height, I do not believe this innocent young man here is the one you are looking for."

The glaring eased a little, and Yoshimoto was able to release the breath he had been holding for so long.

"Then who is this guy and what's his relationship with Kyoko?" Kento asked Marina impatiently.

"I would rather you to be quiet and just sit down than scaring your daughter's new manager away," Marina mumbled with a low, threatening voice.

Kento, although unsatisfied with his cousin's lack of answer, sat down on the sofa, while Yoshimoto took his turn to stare at the older man.

"You're Kyoko-san's father?" he repeated, not believing his ears. "You look so young!"

Kento raised his eyebrow in surprise. "I'm not sure if you were sincere or if that was your way to flatter the parents of your talent, but thank you."

Yoshimoto sweat-dropped at the comment, and Marina patted him on the back of his shoulder, shaking her head helplessly. "You have no need to take him seriously, as he was either only joking or his mind needs some straightening out."

"Marina, you're rude!" Kento pouted. "That's not a really nice thing to say."

A sound of the front door opening and people coming in broke them from their conversation. Kento leaned his head for a peek, and was soon caught in eye contact with the same golden eyes as his.

Kyoko and Ren – freshly clean and fed – reached Marina's door 30 minutes after her call. It took Kyoko some time to get used to the difference between Marina's keycard and Ren's, and he promised her to punch a harmless hole on one card each for her to slip her keychain in to differentiate the cards.

Still talking about what they were going to do for the day, Kyoko opened the door and let Ren go in first before stepping into the genkan and closing the door behind him. She noticed a black-haired head peeking from the living room and froze, wide-eyed.

Staring at her, as frozen as she was, was a pair of eyes with the same shade of gold as hers.

The man gaping at her with dropped jaws had a striking resemblance to her, although altered by his male genes. Kyoko started thinking that maybe she would look like this man if she had been born a boy.

Not long after, the reason part of her kicked in and Kyoko finally recognized the man as the older version of Uehara Kento she had seen in Marina's pictures.

In an instant, barrage of thoughts fleeted through her mind. Why is he suddenly here? Isn't he supposed to be gone? Why did he come back? Did he want to claim custody of me? What does he understand anyway? Why did he left Mother and I? Didn't he hate us? Is he here now to claim to love me?

She saw Marina saying something from the living room, but she could not register what it was. A few seconds later, she could feel someone grabbing her elbow gently, and she turned her head to see Ren's worried expression looking at her. As much as she wanted to assure him that she was fine, she felt numb inside while all the thoughts kept repeating again and again in her mind.

Seeing Kyoko's expression, Kento gingerly walked towards her. He was about to reach her and put one arm on her shoulder when suddenly he could sense a dark aura surrounding the girl. He instantly pulled his hand back and strode away from Kyoko.

Marina, utterly confused, were about to ask the artist what was wrong when unexpectedly an explosion of dark aura similar to the one she had encountered during the urgent meeting at Lory's office erupted, tossing the furniture around a bit and breaking some flower pots.

She looked at Kyoko, who was glaring at Kento with hatred, and then at her cousin, who was staring at Kyoko, completely horrified.

I can't believe I wrote a fluff like that... (blushing) And I do not invent the word 'glomp'. I borrowed that from Shugo Chara!.

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